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January 5th 2016 Gotham City 9:00 AM EDT

Riley came through the next day as promised I skipped school because I didn't feel like dealing with all of that and honestly I was pumped as hell to start using my new costume. Seriously, I'd put it on like six times during the night just to admire myself in the mirror. I kind of wanted to call Sarah over and fuck her in it, but I reminded myself that the whole point of the damn thing was to hide my identity so I controlled myself.

So, the next morning, I met Riley in an abandoned parking garage in Gotham as I'd requested. Honestly I hated making the trip to that shithole especially if I had to go deeper than my school, but Batman's weird pathological need to protect his territory kept the boy scout at bay and sadly he'd come back to town pretty soon after leaving two night ago. There were all sorts of blogs for villains where they tracked his appearances to keep track of when it was safe to commit crimes.

Riley pulled out a huge case and handed it over to me and I handed him the sword. He drew it briefly, handled it to check it had the same abilities as the last one then re-sheathed it and passed me a large metal case. His face looked pensive as he stared at me. "You're not gonna...not gonna use that on anyone are you Nicky? That stuff is poison, there's a reason only crazy cultists ever used it."

I smiled at him and waved him off. "It's fine man. I've got a guy that wants to tinker with the formula a bit, I know it's not fit for human consumption, neither Zack or I would touch this shit with a ten foot pole." Which was entirely true, at least in terms of it's current form. I suspected I could fix it up if I did it right, but I wouldn't touch it if my appraisal didn't give it the green light, and I definitely wouldn't be giving it to anyone else.

He looked relieved and handed it over. I moved to pass him the cash and he held up his hands. "Nah, the guy I'm working for bought the vials directly and told me to trade them for the sword. Says he wants you to think of it as an investment in your future potential. He wants first dibs on any more of the training weapons you get, and first look through any future artifacts you find." That was...interesting.

Sensing my unease he held up his hands. "No ripoffs or anything, the money's good. He just wants to be the first one to check out your gear when you get it." He fished in his pocket and pulled out a phone. "If you're down they wanted me to pass you this burner, speed dial nine gets them on the line. If not consider the vials a meeting gift and they'll keep an eye out for the swords on the market." The phone was pitch black and unobtrusive, but was also most likely bugged.

That said who cared if it was bugged? I wasn't in my mask right now so my identity wasn't a secret, and only a fucking lunatic would try to break into the Lord estate. My dad was a paranoid nutcase who was actively antagonistic to fucking Superman, our security was nuts. If they could pay that well I might as well give them right of refusal. I took the phone and Riley grinned. "Badass man, they paid a solid severance fee for taking over my business like this."

I'd assumed that would be the case. I gave him a nod. "If I run across anything they don't want I'll be back in touch man, thanks for the assist. I'll mention it to my boss if you want. We might have a man with your talents in his crew." I'd decided last night to take a page from an old movie and play up Mammon as this scary underworld badass I worked for. It would make bringing in people like Zack and Riley easier without blowing my secret.

He seemed interested, but in the end shook his head. "Not for now man, but I'll keep it in mind. In the meantime I think I'll take the very generous paycheck your new friends gave me to fuck off down to the club and flash a bit of it around. Not enough to get me in trouble but hundreds are great whore bait." I grinned at him wolfishly because they really were and we shook and headed to our respective cars.

I dropped the phone in my glove box and drove t0 a nearby pharmacy to pick up some supplies for my formula. I slid the case under the seat and slipped into the store to look around for a few things I thought might repair some of the problems with that shitty Kobra Venom muck. Under my appraisal it came up as pretty dangerous stuff.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Kobra Venom-I rank. A powerful but debilitating stimulant that grants amazing strength at the cost of the users sanity. Use causes drastic physical mutation, formula highly unstable.]

I'd expected it to be H rank at least, but apparently the shit was so toxic that it's value was inherently classed just above trash. Which made sense. Like Riley said this stuff had been floating around the underworld for years, changing hands regularly with nobody being stupid enough to actually take it except religious nutjobs. Still, I rank meant I had hope to patch it up a bit. I had thirty vials of the stuff, which meant I could try a few variations if the first didn't work and once I was done I could mix and match the two best to make a G rank serum for myself.

I perused the aisles, grabbing anything that looked positive or healthy to try with the formula. Vitamins, check, I got a bottle of every kind I could get my hands on, antihistamine, fuck it, maybe mutations were like allergies, I grabbed a bottle of disinfectant too, as well as some energy shots, some pills made for juice cleanses, some acai berry gummies, and finally, some ginko extract that was supposed to promote quick thinking and memory. I didn't get thirty kinds of meds but I doubled up on the useful looking ones just in case.

By the time I was done the little basket I grabbed when I came in was full and I was getting ready to leave when I heard a low whistle. I turned to see a lithe redhead in yoga pants and a tank top raising an eyebrow at me. "Either you REALLY believe in preparing for everything or you recently got a job as a vitamin salesman." She sounded more than a little curious about what I was upto.

I probably would have been a little more circumspect about my business if she wasn't such a cutie but sue me, I had a weakness for pretty girls. I gave her a charming smile. "What can I say, I'm very health conscious, I find that a health mind promotes a healthy body and all that." When I said that last part I very carefully didn't drag my eyes over her own VERY healthy body. Despite that I think she still got what I meant.

She gave me a little smile. "You know, you're just barely cute enough to pull off a line that cheesy, but it's pretty close. Still kudos for having the willpower not to stare at my tits when you said that." Of course, once she said that I had to look a bit just out of curiosity. Apparently miss yoga pants didn't believe in bras, and it was pretty chilly out. My eyes flicked back up to hers and she was pouting. "Awww, and you were doing so well."

I took a look in her own basket. Medical supplies we all I could see, bandages, gauze, disinfectant and some painkillers. I raised an eyebrow in interest. "Either you're a secret cage fighter or you like it A LOT rougher in bed than most people." I winked at her. "Jokes aside though are you ok? Some of that stuff seems like it might be for serious injuries. Not that you look injured to me."

Her teasing look softened a bit and she smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine. My job is a little...energetic. Plus I just moved out on my own so I needed to stock up anyway." She waved the basket. "Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it I always say." Which meant she was probably a bit older than me, but not by much. Still she had her own place, and she was a cutie, so it wouldn't hurt to take a shot.

I smiled even wider. "Well if your job has you that tense I could always give you a massage? I have magic hands I'm told." Most people assumed that lines like that didn't work, but in all honesty if you're rich and good looking like I am it was kind of a toss up. Granted the rich part she didn't know yet, but good looking was obvious and confidence can get you a long way.

She seemed surprised I'd be so brazen, but she looked me up and down once, clearly liking what she saw. "You know, that might not be so bad. I've been a little pent up lately, and I'm kind of sick of relationship drama. You don't strike me as a flowers and candy type of guy." She chewed her lip a bit. "Be aware that my dad is a cop and even if he wasn't I can kick your ass six ways to Sunday."

I grinned. Most people will tell you things like this don't happen in real life, but those people are dead wrong. I had more than a few friends who weren't even close to as rich or attractive as me get women in way odder circumstances. Out for a jog, at the grocery store, waiting in line at burger king. Men and women both had needs and if you made it clear you could fulfill hers she might just be inclined to let you.

I turned and followed her to the register, watching her tight little ass the whole way. "So do you need a ride, I wasn't sure if you drove or live nearby." I was however sure that the way her little pink thong was riding up over those yoga pants ought to be illegal. Dinah hadn't texted me yet and while Sarah's magic mouth was nice, it wasn't pussy. I tried to avoid fucking Sarah, it tended to give her the wrong idea, so I'd been looking for a new hookup, and miss yoga pants was perfect.

She giggled a bit at that. "I drove, plus taking separate cars is better. You're just coming over for a massage remember. You won't be sticking around." She looked over her shoulder at me with lidded eyes. You're just going to pound the tension out of me and leave. Right?" I grinned at that. I absolutely loved women who weren't shy about what they wanted. She finished paying and waited while I got rung up.

I finished up my payment and follow that very toned ass of hers out the door, sadly having to break eye contact to pull out and follow her home. I didn't ask for her name because it kind of went against the spirit of our whole rough stranger fucking arrangement, but I caught it anyway as she paid for the painkillers. She was nineteen, like I'd guessed, and a Gotham native so maybe I'd be coming into town more often. Still, cute little piece of ass like her wasn't what I pictured when I heard the name Barbara.

January 5th 2016 Gotham City 10:00 AM EDT

I may or may not have run a red light following that sexy little redhead home. Of course, cops in Gotham didn't pull over people in expensive cars so it didn't matter much, but still, it was clear how eager I was for this. I'd been sucked off regularly by Sarah pretty much every day, but honestly blowing in a girls mouth is only so satisfying. I'd had to stop fucking the little cheerleader because she got clingy every time I got my dick in her, and I'd been in a bit of a dry spell in terms of pussy.

This girl could move, the way her hips swayed, the way she carried herself, she had that predatory air I'd seen in some of dads guards over the year, and I could tell she fucked like a wild cat. Plus that right little ass of hers was just so round and spankable. I swallowed just thinking about it. We reached a nearby apartment complex, a fairly nice but nondescript place, and I followed her car in, parking and getting out as she walked up the steps, looking back to make sure I saw which door she walked through.

Little tease didn't even wait for me. I went into the trunk and unzipped the bag I kept my artifacts in when I went out and popped a muscle tablet. It wasn't viagra or anything but it would give me the energy to show that little slut a good time. I felt the energy flow through me and ready my body for exercise, and I smiled, because I was about to give it some. I followed her up the steps and went through the door without knocking.

When I got to the other wise though I froze. Redhead Barbie with the candy ass was standing in her living room, naked. That had been fast, it had only taken me a minute or two to follow. Clearly someone was experienced slipping in and out of clothes. I normally would have shrugged that off but...god damn did she like good bare assed. Like I'd seen a LOT of girls naked in my time, but Barbie was hands down the hottest.

She was a bit more toned than I usually like my girls. Light abs and lots of lean muscle, but her skin was smooth and her tits were high and tight. Not huge, though the muscle in her chest made them look bigger than I suspected they would otherwise. A solid B but firm. Her pussy was cute too, nice and tight and pink with a nice trimmed strip of hair over it that made it clear that she didn't dye her hair to get it that shade of red.

She looked at me smugly as I took her in, and I stepped into the room she raised a hand. "Stop. Ground rules." I figured it didn't hurt to hear her out, so I wait patiently for her to talk. "After this is over, if you're good, I'll get your number. I won't give you mine. Don't find it and call me. Don't come over. Don't run into me at the store. I'll call you if I get tense and need a...workout partner, and you'll come over and dick me into a brainless mess. We understood?"

I grinned at that. I didn't mind the bossy attitude. Bossy girls screamed the loudest when you fucked them good enough. Still, I wasn't letting her dictate all the terms. "Fine. But if this is impersonal fucking I'm not going to coddle you or hold back. You seem like a tough chick, if you get in over your head you can cry Uncle, but until then I'm going to fuck you until you say Daddy."

She grinned at me and turned around, shaking that tight little ass at me. It was even more mouthwatering bare. I was going to leave purple fucking hand prints on that ass. Don't get me wrong, I have limits, I don't do forced sex, and I won't draw blood or anything crazy like that, but if a girl likes it a little rough I don't mind knocking them around a bit while we fuck, and I was getting serious corporal punishment vibes from Barbie.

I stalked forward, enjoying that ass but wanting something a bit more personal to start. I spun her around and slammed her back into the wall, hand around her throat, enough to show her it was staying but not enough that she couldn't talk. Her eyes were clouded with lust and she was biting those full lips. "Take my cock out." I had to step in a bit because her arms were so short, but she did as she was told, unzipping my pants and letting my cock bob free. I was hard, obviously, and her eyes widened a bit at the sight.

She swallowed under my hand, and that animal light in her eyes got brighter as she stared at it, hear breaths coming heaving, bobbing those pretty little tits. I reached down with my other hand, ignoring the cold feeling of her soft little hands on my cock. I was six four, and she was a little bit of nothing next to me, but that didn't matter right now. My hand dipped down to that cute little pussy, running lightly over the lips and like I figured she was soaked.

I lifted her, hand still around her throat. She was temporarily choking but she didn't kick or struggle, her eyes just burned as I stepped forward and then shoved her down, dropping her right on my cock. She grunted as I hit bottom, obviously feeling it like a punch to the gut but loving it, and I let go of her neck, to her annoyance, leaving her pinned to thew wall by my cock before I leaned down and hooked my arms under her knees.

I slid out of her, leaving her hanging in the air, back against the wall legs over my elbows, and smiled at her. "So, I had some thoughts on your rules. Want to hear them?" I stood there, the head of my cock barely inside her, and waited for her to realize she wasn't getting an inch until she agreed. She rolled her eyes and nodded, and I shoved my dick back inside her. "First of all. I'm getting your number."

I stopped, balls deep in her, waiting for her to argue, then I pulled out and shoved back in, getting another grunt, and I kept talking, continuing that slow, punishing pace as I told her how this would work. "I will call you if I feel like it. I will drop by if I want to, and I'll fuck you AT the store if it seems like a good idea at the time." I reached down to lever her chin up, kissing her harshly, and I grinned as she bit my lip. Hard. I pulled back from her lips and slid almost all the way out of her. "Or I could just stop and leave."

She glared at me, her wild, eyes alight with raw hunger. "You've got a big ego." I just stared at her, waiting for her choice. She growled with frustration. "But you've got a big cock too. Fuck fine. Bu-" I shoved back into her before she could complete the thought and she grunted again, moaning at the feeling. "FUCK! You big dicked bastard! But!" She bit out harshly, making sure I was paying attention. "You have to text me before you call. I have a life you know."

I might have been able to push her more, get her to agree, but I didn't think so, and honestly I wasn't willing to risk it. Barbie's pussy was grade A amazing. I'd never been in a woman this tight before, and her fucking control of her muscles was fantastic. I hadn't pulled back out while she was talking but I could feel that snug little twat just gripping me and milking my cock. I honestly didn't think I could give up a cunt this good.

I nodded, pulling out and shoving back into her with a roar, enjoying that fucking silken stroke into what was probably the closest I'd ever come to heaven. I picked up the pace, pounding into her and ratting the fucking picture framed as her back slammed into the wall with every thrust. I saw a picture of her with an older guy, probably her dad, an older pic of her with a good looking guy with dark hair, lots of pics of her with friends. All of them looked so...goody goody. I leaned in to nip at her ear. "So what's a good girl like you doing bringing home a strange guy to fuck."

She was throwing her fucking hips at me like a wildcat, my pants and shirt were soaked because she was so fucking wet. She didn't even slow down at the question, just grunted out. "Shut up. Just give me that dick!" I did, fucking into her even harder, knocking some of the pictures off the wall where they shattered on the floor. My muscles were burning because seriously fucking this little redhead was a dull contact sport, but the pill was restoring me as I fucked thankfully.

I grinned down at her as I leaned back, still shoving my cock into her but pulling my upper body away. "I believe if you didn't cry Uncle I said you'd have to say something for me?" She glared at me, but the effect was ruined by her eyeliods fluttering closed as I dicked her into oblivion. My arms were under her knees but she was bent double so I was able to get a handful of her hair and yank it. She hissed, eyes jerking open as the slight pain brought her back to the present.

She gritted her teeth and hissed something. I grinned. Making a confused face like I hadn't heard her and she literally fucking snarled. "I said FUCK ME DADDY!" I grinned and picked up the pace, going so fast and hard I felt like my hips might give out. She let her head fall back and groaned. "Oh gods this is so fucking good! I needed this. FUCK! Harder daddy!" I actually couldn't go harder at this point but she didn't even seem to really notice just panting with glee.

She reached up and grabbed two fistfulls of my hair, glaring into my eyes. She hissed at me. "This is what I needed. You gonna give me this whenever I want it daddy?" She somehow got fucking tighter and I couldn't do anything but groan and nod and she grinned. "Fuck yes you are! Give me that dick stud!" I realized vaguely that she was trying to take control back but honestly my brain was too fried to do anything but fuck.

Still, I somehow managed to dig down deep and summon some more strength to shove my hips forward with even more bruising force. This was fucking intense, and I was definitely going to cum soon. I grunted at her as we fucked. "Jesus girl what's got you so tense you need a dicking like this?" I'd been expecting a bit of rough play but this was pretty much hatefucking, and I didn't even fucking know this girl.

She just gave me a wild grin, leaning in to give me another bruising kiss, biting my lip again before she pulled back. "Doesn't matter daddy, almost done, come on, just a bit more. Ride it out baby just finish me." I wasn't arguing, my fucking bones were humming from how hard I was about to cum, she seemed to see it too. "Do it! Finish it! I'm not a good girl! I'm a whore! Nut in me daddy! Blow a load in your whore!" And I did. So hard I literally blacked out. Still, I've never had a bigger smile on my face than the one I had before it wall went dark.

January 5th 2016 Gotham City 12:00 PM EDT

I expected to be sore when I woke up after that marathon fucking I'd given Barbie, but that pill did it's job. Not only was I not sore or weak I felt stronger than before. I also had a naked, slightly bruised, very well fucked redhead lying on my chest, and I couldn't resist the urge to cop a feel. When I reached down to touch however I got a groan and a smack to the hand. The little redhead raised her head, glaring at me through hair like a rats nest.

I grinned unrepentantly as she rolled her eyes and then climbed off me, padding naked into the kitchen. She didn't seem to mind as I rolled over and propped my head up on my elbows. She bent over to root around in the fridge baring a very red ass at me, and called over her shoulder. "I'd tell you a picture would last longer, but I'm pretty sure you might actually take one. So look your fill because I have work tonight."

I laughed at that. "Fair enough. Though my clothes are a bit of a mess. So, I believe there was mention of me doing a good job? Do you want my number? We already established I'm getting yours." She snorted as she popped some of the pain killers from the drug store, downing them with orange juice and walking over to hand me a piece of paper she'd ripped off a pad on the fridge with a number and name on it.

I pouted at her. "Wow, you do want me gone. What's the matter, don't you want to cuddle first?" I put on a hurt expression and put my hand to my chest dramatically, but she looked unamused, turning to leave the room to get get dressed. I watched her go with a smile, the girl looked damn good walking away. I had the brief urge to try to get in her pussy again before we went our separate ways, but somehow I doubted she had the recovery abilities the pills gave me.

She left me there like that for a few minutes, and I just laid there because her floor was kind of comfy, but eventually she came back, wincing slightly as she buttoned a pair of khakis, clearly still tender. "Listen. I appreciate the stress relief, you seem like a...well you seem like a bit of a dick honestly, but that's fine, I needed dick." She pulled her freshly brushed hair into a ponytail, going into the bathroom and coming back out with a pair of glasses that looked pretty cute on her.

She slipped a jacket on over the sea green polo she was wearing and poof, slut to student. I smirked at the

transformation and she rolled her eyes again continuing. "I'll admit it, you were pretty fun. Text me if you want to go again and I'll try to fit you in-" She held up a finger to cut off my joke. "Don't! If you remind me what an ass you are I might reconsider. Just...can you keep out of my life? I could really use the relaxation once in a while but I don't need a boyfriend."

I snorted at that, grinning at her. "Barbie, I don't want to be your boyfriend. This isn't the beginning of a torrid love affair. You fuck like a wildfire and you've got some of the best pussy I've ever had the privilege of enjoying. You want to play bad girl again you call me and I'll fuck you until your brains leak out." I looked around at the broken pictures and slightly cracked walls. "Though we might want to try a hotel next time. As it is I doubt you're getting your deposit back."

She actually snorted out a laugh at that. "That ship sailed a while ago, but thanks for the concern. I suppose I should ask your name. I prefer to be on a first name basis with men who fuck me so hard we both pass out." She held out a hand and when I took it, pulled me to my feet easily, showing strength well beyond what one would expect for such a little thing. She reached down with a smirk to tuck my dick back into my pants and zip me up, patting me crotch when she was done.

I had the overwhelming urge to mess up the wholesome lip gloss she'd slapped on and mess up her little miss perfect face, so I did. She moaned against me a bit as I tasted captured her mouth before pulling back with a glare. I licked my lips, grinning at her. "Strawberry. I like it. My names Nick. You can call me Nicky." I pulled out my phone, punching in her number and shooting her a quick text. "There, now we both have each others numbers. The booty calling can go both ways like you wanted."

She snorted at that. "Sure, this situation clearly ended with me having the exact amount of control I was aiming for." She rolled her neck, cracking and letting out a groan. "Speaking of control, maybe next time try not to leave me feeling like I got hit by a bus? I've been less sore after actual car accidents." Despite her complaints I saw a twinkle in her eye as she darted around cleaning up the mess we made. She clearly didn't regret it.

I had to laugh at bit at her bravado. "I believe one of the people in this conversation was squealing "harder daddy" and it definitely wasn't me." She stopped cleaning to glare at me, this one obviously not playful and I put my hands up. "What happens against your living room wall stays against your living room wall, got it. I won't mention the dirty talk outside of sex." Honestly I always thought it was cute when they got all shy after.

She finished cleaning and shooed me out, and I couldn't resist a slap on that tight little ass as I left and judging by that sexy lip bite she didn't mind it. I headed down to my car, checked on the case under my seat and once I was sure no one had tampered with my shit I pulled out of the parking lot and headed home. That had been relaxing as hell. I'd been a bit pent up and that had really worked out some of the kinks in my mood.

While I was clear headed after getting off I texted Dinah. Just a quick hello. Always best to message women you're slow playing when you aren't horny. I got no response but I wasn't expecting one yet. Finally I pulled into the garage, grabbed my bag from the trunk with my artifacts and drug store purchases and the case of vials and headed up to my room to get started on some good old fashioned merging.

Today had been amazing so far. Good sex, good materials, and I was still rocking four thousand GP to do my work with. I set the case down on the table in my room and once I was sure no one was there I popped the latches and opened it, staring down at the rows of delicate looking vials of deep purple liquid. The case was three feet wide and two feet tall, so the vials were packed in a bit snug, but after counting I found all thirty there. I appraised my gains again.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Kobra Venom-I rank. A powerful but debilitating stimulant that grants amazing strength at the cost of the users sanity. Use causes drastic physical mutation, formula highly unstable.]

I grabbed one up and grabbed a bottle of disinfectant. I did a quick check with appraise on the bottle. Kobra Venom was I rank but only because it was so unstable and dangerous, it was peak I rank, so merging with the J rank meds I'd bought was enough to bump it up to H rank easily. I figured the disinfectant might stabilize it. The vial merged with the bottle producing an identical vial, but full of lilac liquid instead of the previous deep purple.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Stable Kobra Venom-H rank. A modified version of the Kobra Venom stimulant that produces a less forceful version of the transformation, eliminating the mutation and mental side effects in exchange for a weaker but more stable end result.]

I put that one aside. I'd try a few more versions with the interesting stuff but that result was the one I was going to use on my gang I was pretty sure. Weaker but more stable was exactly what I wanted. Still, that was the basic version and I was more interested in something a bit more...impressive. I pulled out the bottle of acai gummies and another vial, wondering what the "superfood" would do to the mixture. I triggered the merge and appraised the result.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. King Kobra Venom-H rank. A purified version of the formula that concentrates the transformation into a denser change, disposing of the physical mutation to create a perfected physical augmentation, at the expense of increased mental strain.]

The resulting formula was crimson, almost like blood, and I could almost feel the aura of brutality rolling off it. I had no fucking clue why acai gummies would do THAT but I assumed it was the whole superfood thing? Some magic symbolism shit? I put the vial down carefully, extremely excited to see what the ginkgo pills would do. I triggered the next combination and and the appraisal right after.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Mind Kobra Venom-H rank. A powerful variant of the Kobra Venom stimulant that concentrates the mutagens into mental power. Massively increases mental stability,memory,neural conductivity, and base intelligence at the expense of all physical benefits of the serum.]

I grinned. That was what I had been hoping for. After the physical specific version had appeared I'd been pretty hopeful a mental only version might offset the issue. I stowed the rest of the vials. I was going to be using these and I'd use the stable version to make my gang members. I had some disinfectant in the bathroom and the other bathrooms had a bottle each I was pretty sure. Worst case I'd order some more.

Now it was time to merge my own serum. I just had to hope it came out as good as I was hoping. I'd considered possibly waiting and merging a higher tier version, but honestly a G rank enhancement serum would already be nuts based on what I'd seen. If I mutated or couldn't control my strength I'd be fucked. I would stick with the thousand point version for now. I set the blue Mind Kobra Venom and the red King Kobra venom next to each other and triggered the merge, spending a thousand points with a wince. Then I appraised the result.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Blood of Apophis-G rank. A powerful mutagenic serum refined to the apex of physical and mental augmentation drugs. The blood elevates the user to a new state of being, increasing physical, mental, and spiritual power. While no mental degeneration or physical mutation will occur, long-term side effects of the blood are unknown. A stimulant at the very threshold of F rank. Handle with care.]

I stared at the vial of viscous black fluid in awe. Threshold of F rank. This thing was right at the edge of the ten thousand point wall. It was obviously insanely powerful, every G ranked item I'd seen had been a game changer, and this thing was even moreso. I suspected it was because the vials were supposed to be higher than I rank if not for the side effects. This was a dangerous stimulant designed and perfect by a cabal of supervillains after all. I stared down at the black vial, the previously steel ends transformed into golden serpents. I considered briefly if I should even use this.

It said it wouldn't mutate or drive me crazy, but that it might have unforeseen consequences. Would it really be smart to take it? Should I give it to someone else? Let them test it and then recreate the stuff later? But who knew if it would even come out the same, I suspected there was more variation in G rank items than in H ranked stuff. Merging the same two things might not produce the same result. Still it might not be safe. Should I wait? I though about for a second before I grinned. Nah. Fuck that. I popped the top and chugged the whole thing.

January 5th 2016 Lord Mansion 1:00 PM EDT

In movies and on TV when the main character goes through an upgrade, it usually had some sort of dramatic side effect. Maybe they would sweat, or a single man tear would slide down their cheek, or they would grit their teeth heroically as they withstood the result of their altering physique. I admit, I may have been influenced by that kind of media. I was expecting the mutation from the Blood of Apophis to hurt. I was wrong. The sensations I was going through could no longer be described as mere "pain".

Pain is something that you experience as feedback from your nerves. It's a sensation, a thing that is done to you. This however, was a world of difference. After the first couple of seconds when the sensation was first kicking in, I didn't FEEL pain. I WAS agony. Forget nerves. My bones, my hair, my eyes, my fucking teeth, were all erupting with the sort of seething, rioting fire that you would normally only see from fucking volcanoes. I was experiencing what it was like to suffer on a cellular level, and it fucking SUCKED.

I cried, I screamed, I threw up, I shit myself. I think my eardrums burst and I KNOW my teeth cracked. Every bone in my body shattered into fucking powder under the self destructive contractions of every single muscle as the aforementioned muscles tore themselves apart in the process, then knitted themselves back together in the most agonizing way possible. Thankfully, after what felt like a subjective hour, I blacked out from shock.

When I finally came too, I was lying in a pool of what could generously be described filth. Blood, sweat, tears, and several other bodily fluids were mixed with what looked like years worth of dead skin, hair, quite a few teeth and...well I was just glad that most of my room had marble floors, because I would have needed to burn and carpet that had touched that muck. Still, when I staggered to my feet the light push I gave myself flung me off the ground and into the air like a springboard.

I adjusted mid air, an action that took me almost no time or effort because of how fast my brain was working, and when I landed I distributed every single iota of force in the absolute perfect place to absorb the impact cleanly, not that I needed to because I barely felt the shock when I touched down. I stood there, shocked, and looked down at my body in wonder. I looked...perfect.

Perfectly proportioned, perfectly muscled, my skin was smooth and unblemished and my pores were fucking microscopic. My hair was soft as velvet and smooth as silk and every step distributed my weight flawlessly, leaving no imbalance or unsteadiness at any point in my gait. Something I literally wouldn't have been able to even comprehend before. I felt like a literal god. Of course, I smelled like rotting cow ass, so I dumped my ruined clothes and the solid parts of the muck on the floor into a trash bag, mopped up what was left, and went to take a shower.

As I scrubbed myself thoroughly I considered exactly what effects the blood had had on me, because I could tell there were dozens. Firstly I could perceive every single inch of my body now. I could feel which movements would engage which muscle groups and what motions would be the most economical. I remembered every single thought I'd ever had with crystalline clarity, my senses were through the roof, I could literally perceive time at a faster rate.

In short, physically and mentally I was a fucking superstar. Not to say that I was Superman level or even close to it. Honestly in terms of actual force I was probably weaker than someone who took the original Kobra Venom formula. Mass times acceleration and all that, but my application and use of that force were on an entirely different plane of existence.

If I had to estimate my maximum muscular limit, I would say that I could lift about an imperial ton, putting me in the lower mid tier range in terms of muscle among supervillains. Granted I had zero idea of how to use that muscle in combat, but I would be able to learn pretty quickly. Most people might assume having flawless memory would mean I could recall every kung fu movie I'd ever seen and recreate them from memory. Those people would be idiots.

Being able to effectively perfectly engage every consecutive muscle as I made any given movement made any sort of mimicry massively harder, not easier. Other people made stupid, inefficient movements almost all the time, and having to adjust them internally when trying to recreate them meant I would need to learn a martial art from the ground up and basically redesign the entire fucking thing for myself.

Still, that would be a task of probably hours at most, I just needed to binge some tutorial videos on youtube and possibly read a few physics textbooks. As I climbed out of the shower I observed myself in the mirror with a smirk. I looked good. When I had noted that my musculature was perfect, I hadn't been referring to mass or cut. I'd been talking about distribution. My muscle fibers had literally been reshaped into a perfect balance of the muscle groups that best suited my frame.

My teeth looked great, mostly because I'd thrown up my originals and regrown brand new flawless teeth, though my incisors were slightly sharper than they had been before. I heard a ding and tried to check my pockets before remembering my phone was in the next room and I could just hear it flawlessy from where I was due to my senses. I strolled out to check my texts, expecting a second helping request from dirty little Barbie with the stressful daddy issues.

Instead, to my surprise and joy, sexy milf Dinah had texted me. I padded across the marble floor naked, letting my perfect ass air dry as a favor to anyone who might glance in my window from a nearby road. I flopped down on my bed to check the text. "Hey coffee stud, was expecting to hear from you sooner." I grinned. I knew it. Girls like Dinah liked to play disaffected when guys paid them attention, but ignore them for a bit and they get just as insecure.

I considered how to respond before texting back. "You seemed a little uncertain about us talking, I didn't want to impose." Which was obviously a lie I wanted to impose my cock between those fat milfy tits of hers, but Dinah struck me as the kind of girl who liked to fix men. A bit of vulnerability would get me further with her than the bravado I'd been giving Barbie. The little redhead was wound so tight she was about to explode, I'd just needed to prod the right spot, but women like Dinah required more...sophisticated methods.

I paused as I waited for her response. I wasn't sure I'd been this aware of social dynamics before my mutations. Not consciously at least. Granted I'd always had a gift for getting pretty girls to let down their guard, and their panties, but it had been instinctual. Just a matter of experience and natural charisma. This was different. This was less art and more science. I kind of liked it. My phone beeped again. "I wouldn't have given you my number if I thought you were an imposition."

There we go. She was consoling me. Perfect. Now that she was thinking emotionally I responded with something to get her on the back foot. "Are you sure? You seemed really upset before, I didn't want to pile on. Did you work things out with your boyfriend?" She hadn't seemed that upset, more annoyed, but by recoloring the experience from my point of view as more extreme than it was it would alter her recollection. All she would remember was the negative emotions anyway, and now she would remember them as worse than they were.

It took a few minutes before she responded this time, a win if I'd ever seen one. "We're fine." I grinned. Literally the least enthusiastic response in the history of texting. I left it at that, letting her be the next one to text so she had to change mental gears herself instead of having me do it for her. "So, do you have any special plans for valentines? I somehow doubt you're lacking girls to spend time with."

It was a transparent attempt to mentally put me in an unavailable position so she would have a reason to shut down any flirting, and I cut it off at the pass. "Nah, I don't connect well with girls at school. Immaturity is kind of a turn off." Perfect return serve, putting the ball firmly back in her court. I expected that one to throw her off for a bit so I climbed out of bed to get dressed again, just throwing on some sweats and a t-shirt.

My clothes still fit, though they draped differently. Honestly I looked better but not too much different. It was more an all around qualitative improvement in every aspect than it was any one thing having changed. I didn't look like a different person, it was more that I looked like myself on a good hair day, a good skin day, a day when my teeth were especially shiny, etc, and I looked like I was having all those good days at once. For anyone who hadn't seen me for a few days they would just assume they were remembering me wrong.

I heard my text alert again and grinned, sliding the unlock on my screen to read my newest text from my hopeful future conquest. "You like mature women?" That one was almost hopeful. The next text took a minute or two to come through, but I knew it would be coming, she would have noticed how intrigued her last message sounded. "I assumed you were just bored at the coffee shop. Don't boys your age prefer perky little cheerleader types?"

I recalled the exact perkiness she was referring to on full display when I was fucking Barbie, but but I was able to entirely honestly confirm that I was plenty interested in Dinah's fat mommy milkers. Which wasn't what she meant obviously, or at least, she thought it wasn't. I made sure to keep myself in character when I responded though. " I prefer a woman who can teach me what she likes. Sorry, I probably sound pathetic, but I really don't know much about women."

Which was obviously a raging lie, but Dinah wanted an excuse to interact with the cute buff younger guy that made her feel like she wasn't doing anything wrong. A teacher dynamic would let her explain our conversations away to herself as platonic, at least until I got a chance to make a move properly. I got another text almost immediately and grinned at her eagerness, but when I unlocked my phone to check it I realized there was nothing there.

I blinked but realized the sound had been coming from elsewhere and I stood up to look around, finally finding the black burner that Riley had given me tucked forgotten into the bag I'd grabbed from my trunk. I frowned but opened it, seeing a single text message from a restricted number. It was a link to a news article from a few years ago about an underground fighting casino run by a woman who called herself Roulette.

Under the link was an order for ten of the training weapons at thirty thousand each. There were a series of precise instructions for making the exchange and a date and address. I blinked. So Riley's mysterious buyers were contacting me with an offer? I grinned to myself. I was intrigued. I'd go, payday aside the chance was too good to pass up. After all, how often does one get the chance to observe professional cage fighters up close. I had so much to learn.

January 5th 2016 The House 8:00 PM EDT

The House, as it was so unimaginatively called, was, as one might expect, a big flashy casino. Well, on the inside. On the outside it was in a dilapidated building in downtown metropolis. I noted with amusement that the building was old enough that lead based paint would still have been popular around the time it was built, explaining how this place avoided detection from the super buzzkill. There was probably some sound dampeners or something mixed in too, most likely courtesy of Lex "anything that annoys Superman gives me a raging boner" Luthor.

Honestly I was pretty sure Luthor jerked off onto pictures of the boy scout with the eyes crossed out, his level of hatred for the alien hero was bordering on disturbing. Still, if it meant I wouldn't have to deal with the less pleasant of the two kryptonians I didn't mind, and realistically my old man was only marginally less obsessed with our city's extraterrestrial

defender.

Once I got to The House I gave them the password from my text and sat through two or three minutes of being frisked for a weapon in ways I was pretty sure would mean the guard and I were married in certain parts of the world before I was released into the glaring brilliance of the biggest (read only) casino in Metropolis. I'd done some research on this place before coming since my old man knew some people here, and I'd learned some really interesting things.

First off Veronica Sinclair, or "Roulette" as she liked to be called, was a widowed woman in her early thirties who ran this business alone after the passing of her late husband. Said hubby was killed on these very premises when his supervillain wife caught him deep dicking one of the cute little ring girls. She found him balls deep in the help and decided if he wanted to perform she'd give him a crowd, then had him dragged down to the metahuman arena to have his face melted off by Atomic Skull.

This story had been sad to hear, because apparently Roulette Ronnie liked young guys with stamina and she had a kickin' body, but that whole thing about sticking your dick in crazy applies twice when said nutcase offed her last confirmed long term lay. There is such a thing as too much trouble, even if that full body snake tattoo from the dossier dad had was hot as fuck. I already had a perfectly good unstable redhead to stick my dick in thank you very much, so I would pass on the murder milf.

Besides, I was here to meet the buyers with my order of weapons. Well, with a trunk full of weapons, as noted the guards were pretty much wrist deep in all the guests and there was no way I was getting a whole order of training knives in here. I'd gone with knives because they were small and easy to carry, hopefully whoever I was meeting wasn't a fan of bigger is better. I followed the railing to the edge of the pit mentioned in the instructions and took up a position, waiting for my mysterious buyer.

As I waited I watched the meta criminals brought in for the fights. This match was just a random fight, not a high ticket throw down, so I didn't recognize either of the combatants. Some big guy with small bronze scales like a dish all over his body and red eyes fighting some small weaselly guy with green skin and a lizard tongue. Lizard boy was pretty quick, and he seemed to be well versed in combat, but scale boy could take a beating and he was just soaking the smaller mans blows waiting for an opening.

I estimated scale boy as about two thirds my strength and lizard boy was faster than me but had much less sophisticated bodily control. I couldn't have taken him, his technique was way better than mine, wasteful or not, but I learned a few things from watching him bounce around like a ping pong ball. I must have been engrossed in the fight because I didn't even notice the huge thuggish man with the short black hair step up next to me until he spoke. "Weak fight."

He had a Gotham accent, thick and gruff, and his face was thick and brutal, with an overhanging brow and an almost freakishly square jaw. He saw me look over and nodded. "I'm Ugly." I didn't respond, mostly because saying 'duh' seemed rude. When he saw my confusion he grinned, exposing crooked and yellowing teeth. "My name kid. Ugly Mannheim." He nodded to my other side. "That's Whisper."

On my other side I saw a redhead in an emerald green dress. She had a mature, sophisticated look, with a delicate chin, full lips and a patrician nose. She was pretty in a no nonsense sort of way. But honestly, that information basically flew in one side of my brain and out the other in favor of a jucier piece of info. Or rather, two juicier pieces because holy fucking shit...dat ass.

Now don't get me wrong. I've seen women with booty. Tall girls, short, girls, fat or skinny. I've seen them with bubble butts, with heart shaped asses, with flat pancake booties and sculpted yoga cheeks. But that ass...that ass was transcendent. First of all it was fucking huge. Like, a full on wrecking ball in either cheek, bounce your head between them like a bongo kind of mass, and second of all it was high and proud and jutting out like a fucking jiggly shelf of dreams I could fall asleep on.

I literally had to rely on my enhanced perception of time and bodily control to prevent the fucking iron pillar of an erection I got just from being graced with presence of that fat succulent rump. I forced myself to look Whisper in the eye with a polite smile and she nodded back, an approving smile on her mouth when didn't linger on her empire destroying badonkadonk.

Which was reasonable, because I doubted most men could manage. Whisper's thick slice of jiggly cake was so fat and bouncy it literally straddled the line between sexy and disturbing. Even a single millimeter more booty and she would have been pushing pver the border of looking grotesque, but as it was she was riding that line and twerking along in forbidden delights territory. Luckily I had a boner dethroner in the form of the aforementioned Ugly, so I switched my gaze back to him as another version or thinking about baseball.

Ugly really did live up to his name too. I could see why the two of them worked together. Pretty bootylicious Whisper and big thuggish Ugly were the one two punch that would put any rookie on his ass long enough for them to strip him for parts if they wanted. They clearly had experience working together too. Despite somehow making his dolce and gabbana suit look like it had been shoved onto a shaved bear, Ugly managed to downplay his aura of brutal violence just well enough not to offset his partners charm.

After I went thirty seconds without falling to my knees and trying to drown myself in voluminous PAWG booty they seemed to have decided I'd passed some sort of test and Whisper started talking. "I'm very glad you could make it Nicholas." Whisper's voice was as soft as her namesake would suggest, a slight melodic ring to it that made me think of lucky charms and lots of beer. It was pretty to listen to. "We've been so very excited to meet you since Riley told us about your special stock of trinkets."

She put her hand on my arm, smiling in a soft, benevolent way that probably would have had me tongue tied if I'd been a lesser man. Or at least if I'd been a man who wasn't thinking about her ass cheeks bouncing off my hips like the worlds most pornographic ping pong paddle. Still, I forced my icy blue eyes to her green ones and returned her smile, putting my hand on hers. With my new senses I easily detected the slight uptick in her pulse, she hadn't been expecting me to take the initiative.

I lifted her hand to my lips to kiss it, continuing to surprise her, and I heard a soft snort from Ugly, who was clearly amused by me going off script. I grinned up at the redhead, my eyes smouldering. "Please, call me Nicky, I hope we become closer friends, and I prefer my friends address me more familiarly. I'd ask if I might do the same, but I can't think of a name that fits a subtle beauty like yourself more elegantly than Whisper." Well, from the waist up. I was guessing when she got it shaking that obscene wagon she was draggin was the opposite of subtle or quiet.

Her lips quirked up, preening a bit at the compliment and I saw her eyes relax a bit as she firmly placed me in the category of a conquest. In her defense, I'd make sure she conquered every last inch of my cock by the time I finished my fun with her, so she wasn't completely wrong. Because seriously, that ass was what dreams were made of, and I was gonna fuck it. For now though I decided to focus on business. The old man always said 'Business before pleasure Nicholas, sex feels better when you're winning in either case.'

I straightened up, adjusting my tie, part of a fairly nice Prada suit I'd grabbed from my closet. Unfortunately since this wasn't Mammon's invite I had to leave my dope ass costume at home. "So,Whisper, I brought the goods you asked for. I hope some more...subtle blades are acceptable. I trust such an understated and elegant lady can see the usefulness of flying below the radar." I swear she almost fluttered her eyelashes at me.

She gave me a demure smile. "Of course...Nicky. I don't mind when a man keeps a weapon concealed on him. I do hope they aren't too small though. I like to be pleasantly surprised when a gentleman takes out his armament." Ugly actually cleared his throat then, and whisper blushed a bit. I didn't blame her for getting distracted, I was pretty sure my pheromone production had spiked when I took the blood, and I looked good besides. Still she forced herself back to business. "But in any case Nicky, I do hope you won't rush to business too fast."

I raised a questioning eyebrow and she put her hand back on my arm. "We've been asking around about you. You're a special boy. you've pulled off quite a few interesting capers, but always managed to slip out of trouble. Some might suspect that was because of your father, but we pay attention. You always go right up to the line, but you never cross it. You have a gift, and instinct for rule breaking that can't be taught." She reach up to run a finger over my lips, and her eyes were blazing with zealous glee.

I was a bit confused as to what was happening, but I was more than strong enough to drop these assholes if needed so I decided to hear Wacky Whisper with the A grade clapper out before I took off, if only for the sake of the three hundred thousand bucks I was owed. She seemed to remember herself and pulled back, blushing. "I'm sorry Nicky, that was...forward. It's just that I see such potential in you as a criminal, and I'd like to nurture that potential." She stepped up against me, molding herself to my frame, whispering in my ear. "You see Nicky, to me crime isn't a job or a hobby.I don't just DO crime. I worship it, I luxuriate in it. You could say, I suppose...that Crime is my Religion."